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Sunday, January 28, 2007

Why his liver? That’s what I want to know. If it had been me, I feel sureThat God would’ve taken my voice.And it wouldn’t have been a violent desecration, either, with the mysterious restoration In the night while the victim slept, wiped out, from the brutal operationNo, more like a borrowing—a book from the library, slylyReturned with a different page dog eared each day.

2.Surely I came from the fireOf their newly minted love, One piece hot from the furnaces of Hephaestus, Another wet and glisteningVia a conch shell, Like my mother, naked and ridiculous in my unabashed joy.And we together, in the blessed moments at seaStill had no clue that once she washed to shore, The marriage would be forcedArrangedCobbled, even-a beauty not even pretending to love a kind hardworking hunchback.

And now we leave pieces of ourselves all over the earth.

3. In the sill of the windowIn the frame of the door where you’ve been hangingBy the tips of your fingersCasuallyFor minutes nowNeither in nor outIn the almost silence of the passing cars.

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This blog started in 2004 as a way for Nerissa and Katryna Nields to continue to blather to their fans while Katryna was on maternity leave after giving birth to her son. Mostly Nerissa posts because she has a great need to blather, but occasionally Katryna gets a word (or a cartoon) in. These days, we are preparing for the release of our 16th album, The Full Catastrophe. We are also mothers, and love to explore how our children and our roles as moms impacts our writing and music. We have written a book which came out in September 2011 called All Together Singing in the Kitchen: Creative Ways to Make and Listen to Music with Your Family.

Nerissa is the author of two other books; Plastic Angel (Scholastic, 2005), a story of two teen age girls who find purpose and meaning through friendship and music; and How to Be an Adult, a guide for 20 somethings who have need of a road map.

For the purposes of protecting the anonymity of her children, Nerissa's daughter is called "Elle" and her son is called "Jay" in these writings. Her husband Tom is referred to as "Tom," only without the quotation marks.